Saturday, April 08, 2006
the air is hot.
a girl stands at attention lifting her trombone high into the air.
there is no movement.
the fierce sun beat down on her and the other people around her, causing them to sweat profusely, thus having sweat run into their eyes.
"just one more song...." she panted, trying to catch her breath.
ever breath she held was as heavy as a ton of lead.
a trickle of sweat ran down the underside of her arm, making her hair stand on ends.
she tried to ignore it.
she looked out from a corner of her eye, trying to catch a glimpse of what was taking them so long.
she sees nothing but black figures standing around her, each one carrying similar weapons as her.
"one more song...and then the break comes," she thought.
the sun scorched her skin which was once as fair as snow.
now black or maybe even blacker than charcoal. the sting was unbearable.
endure.
the word ran through her mind repeatedly.
her arm ached from holding up her trombone so high.
endure...
she increased the angle.
her neck ached from tilting her head so far back.
endure...
she tilted it back further.
"band, now finish up the formation. after four..."
the bass drum pounded the timing and her heart pounded along with it.
her left foot shot out from under her as she gathered whatever air she had left in her lungs to play out the first note.
she reached her destination and her legs began pumping up and down like pistons.
up and down, up and down.
the rhythm was the same with everyone.
up and down, up and down.
shoot shoot shoot.
lift 90 degrees and point the toes.
the last note sounded from her trombone, the sound carried away by the whispering wind.
she swung her instrument down to her side, her face expressionless, her chest heaving.
"band, go for 10 minutes break. squad, keluar baris."
she spun to her right in perfect unison with the rest of the band, all 120 of them and they fell out.
she went into the shade and took a long drink from her cooler.
she glanced out towards the field and then at her section mates, one by one.
"this is where i belong."
a trace of a smile formed slowly, curling itself into shape on her tired mouth.
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notes:
1) next time, i shall bring more ice to the field. =D
2) last CCAB practice today! =( the next time i go there will be when i've graduated! =D
3) i think the introductory essay sucks. like very act mature (link) hor?
4) get well soon la, sparko. you weak doot.
a girl stands at attention lifting her trombone high into the air.
there is no movement.
the fierce sun beat down on her and the other people around her, causing them to sweat profusely, thus having sweat run into their eyes.
"just one more song...." she panted, trying to catch her breath.
ever breath she held was as heavy as a ton of lead.
a trickle of sweat ran down the underside of her arm, making her hair stand on ends.
she tried to ignore it.
she looked out from a corner of her eye, trying to catch a glimpse of what was taking them so long.
she sees nothing but black figures standing around her, each one carrying similar weapons as her.
"one more song...and then the break comes," she thought.
the sun scorched her skin which was once as fair as snow.
now black or maybe even blacker than charcoal. the sting was unbearable.
endure.
the word ran through her mind repeatedly.
her arm ached from holding up her trombone so high.
endure...
she increased the angle.
her neck ached from tilting her head so far back.
endure...
she tilted it back further.
"band, now finish up the formation. after four..."
the bass drum pounded the timing and her heart pounded along with it.
her left foot shot out from under her as she gathered whatever air she had left in her lungs to play out the first note.
she reached her destination and her legs began pumping up and down like pistons.
up and down, up and down.
the rhythm was the same with everyone.
up and down, up and down.
shoot shoot shoot.
lift 90 degrees and point the toes.
the last note sounded from her trombone, the sound carried away by the whispering wind.
she swung her instrument down to her side, her face expressionless, her chest heaving.
"band, go for 10 minutes break. squad, keluar baris."
she spun to her right in perfect unison with the rest of the band, all 120 of them and they fell out.
she went into the shade and took a long drink from her cooler.
she glanced out towards the field and then at her section mates, one by one.
"this is where i belong."
a trace of a smile formed slowly, curling itself into shape on her tired mouth.
______________________________
notes:
1) next time, i shall bring more ice to the field. =D
2) last CCAB practice today! =( the next time i go there will be when i've graduated! =D
3) i think the introductory essay sucks. like very act mature (link) hor?
4) get well soon la, sparko. you weak doot.